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Hamilton Jane Eaton

Born in July 19, 1954 / Canada / English

Hamilton Jane Eaton poet from Canada was born on July 19, 1954 has 65 years. Poems were written in Post modernism mainly in English language. Dominant movement is feminism.

Top ten poems Hamilton Jane Eaton

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Bypass

... skin was slicedand blood spurted, yourbreasts slid under your armpits, yournipples kissed the steel ...

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February 14

... is moment,my body opens just one way,the way of the garden moving towardsmorning, towards March,June ...

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four a.m. feeding

... i light no lampi go by acheand touchthe song of your hungerguides meto your humid nest my handscurl under your arms and liftit's instinct this gifti give you at nighti know youdifferentlysmell you when i can't see youbuttons to unfastenhalf asleepit's hard to work my fingersand juggle youbut soon i fold youin the crook of my armthese pouches of stonefour hours without youlook what it doesyou seek meblindly rooting for the sourcei croonit is therei melt and gushyou choke break coughtoo muchtoo fastgurgling to your bellymilk splatters your face and fuzzy scalpmilk sweet and warm suchplenty to grow oni nuzzle your headand rock the chairslip my handunder your gownto fondleyour miniature toeslittle peach little plumi cannot imagine yougrown ...

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I Love You Wildly

... ove you wildlyfrom my green heart,which you say is woody,like a vine,rounding your ankles,twining up ...

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Kiss

... hinglike egg yolks splatting the floor,kiss in your kitchen, slippery,hands and knees sex crawl kiss ...

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Love Canal

... ives,flammable with rageat our desertion,riding the waves and hillockshomefor a party of destruction ...

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Luby's Cafeteria, Killeen, Tx

... he hated women it was simple an explanation it wasevidence he was a loner you know the sort of guy we allknow the sort of guy that's why we don't walk the nightstreets nobody stopped to say oh maybe I'll be gunneddown if I eat therethanks anyhow I'll take a bagged lunch to work thanksagain cafeterias mid-day give me the willies fluke you saynuts crazy wacko women are basically safe he just lost ithe wanted to make a statement (on the bodies of women)I am covered in graffiti footprints of fear and blood andwhat it's like to live huntedit's true we've gone places into boardrooms into factoriesinto nurseries with your children into engineering depart-ments into cafeterias but one woman with red hair wasraising a blueberry muffin to her lips and another wassipping coffee with extra sugar she didn't like milk ...

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Pink

... peais the sweet pea a soldierarresting the doctorgrinds underfootso it bleeds on the soleof his boot ...